imprinted
I am the anti-Mule
a blank imprinting canvas
I'll wear the marks that you
leave me until death parts us
ingrained within my mind
engraved upon my essence
they're fastening my ties
and tearing me to pieces
imprinted
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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album | 0 | 04/26/2012 |
turquoise | 1 | 03/27/2012 |
delusion | 0 | 02/26/2012 |
cold | 1 | 02/18/2012 |
wife | 0 | 02/03/2012 |
imprinted | 0 | 09/29/2011 |
sepia | 2 | 08/09/2011 |
emerge | 1 | 08/09/2011 |
gravity | 0 | 11/18/2010 |
Two haikus | 0 | 11/15/2010 |
Strips | 7 | 07/27/2009 |
The lone wheat | 3 | 07/09/2009 |
Life that never was | 3 | 07/02/2009 |
Tide | 4 | 05/15/2009 |
I awake | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
Lúthien | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
Gone with the whales | 2 | 04/29/2009 |
Picture | 3 | 04/29/2009 |
Perfect looks | 2 | 04/29/2009 |
You, here | 3 | 04/29/2009 |
Scarred | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
Fade | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
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